[Mmm. The kiss is a pleasant almost-surprise: familiar in its heat, and strange in its lack of agenda. She closes her eyes and presses against him, fingers curling into his shirt, still holding the nutcrackers.
He pulls back and she answers his smile with a little one of her own. It could easily be mistaken as adoring, except there's too much history between them for that. Rather, it's simple pleasure -- guileless and unrestrained, if still a little shy. It's a moment before she follows him to the table. She sits across from him, cheeks warm and lips tingling, and reaches immediately for the seaweed stew. That main lobster looks good, but it's hardly the main event for her.]
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He pulls back and she answers his smile with a little one of her own. It could easily be mistaken as adoring, except there's too much history between them for that. Rather, it's simple pleasure -- guileless and unrestrained, if still a little shy. It's a moment before she follows him to the table. She sits across from him, cheeks warm and lips tingling, and reaches immediately for the seaweed stew. That main lobster looks good, but it's hardly the main event for her.]